Page 64 of Hunter
“You don’t have to–,” I start to say when his hurricane tongue makes landfall and levels all the doubt that’s building in my head with one fucking lick to my clit.
“And if I don’t, I’ll fucking die, Ed, plain and simple. So I’m gonna eat your juicy little pussy…,” he pauses and traces the edge of my folds with the tip of his tongue, “...until you’re just as addicted as I am. And then I’m gonna fuck you.”
My man has no fucking shame and doesn’t give a shit as he licks every dirty inch of me. He’s scrubbing away all the graffiti in my head as he licks my pussy hole clean, all while his big-ass body holds me up against the smooth tiled wall.
My fingers are buried in his hair, and I’m holding on for dear fucking life as he sucks my clit into his hot-ass mouth like he’s syphoning out all the nasty shit that my body’s been through.
I feel like I’m floating above myself while I watch him, but this time is different; I don’t have any desire to run away from what’s happening to my body. I don’t need to retreat into the woods in my head; I’m good to stay right here and watch him perform this crazy fucking cleanse. Because that’s what he’s doing, and I want him to keep going.
“Aye, si, Hunter, yes,Papi, don’t stop, don’t stop.” I have no idea what I’m saying between shaky breaths as my hips move with his mouth.
“Never, Ed, I’ll never fucking stop when it comes to you,” he promises while thrusting two fingers into my pussy hole, and it makes me moan like a needy bitch, “You’re gonna be calling me Papi, forever, baby.”
“AHHH!” He goes fucking crazy on my clit, and I grab the back of his head to bury him between my legs, protecting him from the earthquake that erupts inside my core. My whole body starts to shake, and my insides feel like they’re about to fucking crumble.
I throw my head back and let out a scream. It echoes all around us, and the vibrations bounce off the shower wall and burst into fucking stars that I see in my head. I feel them in my pussy and ride it out all over his handsome fucking face.
His magic tongue licks me through the tremors, and I’m so fucking sensitive, it matches the intensity of what just happened between us. This man literally sent a natural disaster through my body to level the fortress that I built inside of myself, just so that he could save me from all the pain I’ve had to live through.Puta madre, creo que lo amo, I think I fucking love him.
He nuzzles my pussy lips before giving my clit a kiss goodbye, and I fucking whine for him like I’m some needy little slut.
“Don’t worry, Ed, I’m not done with you yet,” he says while staring up at me. Water droplets run down his cheeks, and helooks so fucking dumb-hot that it makes my brain melt to think about what’s going to happen next.
His eyes tell me he already knows; he’s confident and determined, like he’s got a plan to clear away the last of the rubble that’s permanently damaged my heart and soul. And I’m ready for him to clear it away.
I want him to make room for good experiences. I want something nice to think about and for its memory to make me fucking smile when shit gets too dark. I want to know what it’s like to be touched in a nice fucking way, and get to know how healing it can be.
I want to know what fucking intimacy is and what it’s like to not have someone fucking hurt you when you’re naked. And I want to know more than just the ugly sides of sex.
I know he wants to fuck. He said that he was gonna have me so twisted up that I’d be begging for his dick. And before today, I would rather fucking die than beg a man for anything ever, let alone ask for sex. No way, fucking never.
But now I can see the outline of his huge-ass cock that’s hard and locked inside his soaking wet black briefs, and I’ve never wanted to see a dick more in my whole fucking life than this one. Especially since he kept it hidden from me.
Diosas, wey, this man shows up in ways I wouldn’t have considered. Never did I expect him to show me respect by keeping them on like that.Puta, lo amo. Fuck, I love this man.
His hands grip my hips, and he holds me against the wall before he ducks his head under my leg, lowering me and pulling me into his body. My arms automatically cling to his neck, and I hug him fucking hard.
With my eyes squeezed shut, I can see Aphrodite in my mind’s eye and know she’s revealing herself to me for a reason.Mis diosaswouldn’t bring her to me if I wasn’t ready for this and what he could be.
“I got you,hermosa,” he says, his fingers sliding under my thighs, digging into my worthless muscles as he guides my legs around his chest.
“Bueno, por que, (Good, because), I don’t think my legs work,” I mumble into his neck with his chain between my lips. I feel so fucking content like this that I breathe out a sigh. It feels like he’s holding me in the rain, and he hugs me so fucking hard that he cracks my bones.
“I’ll fucking carry you through hell, demon girl,” he proudly tells me. I fucking believe him after he held me up against the wall while he ate my pussy like a fucking beast without breaking a fucking sweat.
“Aye, diosas, wey,” I suck in a breath as my hard nipple rubs across his smooth skin when he adjusts me in his arms. I instantly want them in his face and lift my head off his shoulder to cover them with my hands. They are way too sensitive.
“Your sexy little tits miss me, Ed?” He asks before he starts kissing my neck. It feels so good that I shut my eyes and drop my head back to give him more room and offer gratitude to Nike, the goddess of sports, for giving this sexy-ass man the athleticism he needs to have a body like this, because, damn.Él es tan pinche guapo. He’s fucking beautiful.
“Yes,” I admit like a feral fucking hoe as he kisses my shoulder.
“Yes, who,hermosa?” His hands palm my ass cheeks, and he splits them further apart, spreading my pussy wider across his flat stomach. I can feel the tip of his monster fucking cock that’s hiding out in his underwear. It makes me jerk upwards, and he freezes, “You good, Ed?”
I am. I’m so fucking good, I want whatever it is that’s supposed to happen next. I’m not scared of this dick. I’m not afraid of what Valentine went through, or it happening again. This isn’t then. Edison gets to create a happy memory for once.
“Yeah,pendejo,” I tell him and smile like a girl who’s fucking in love and feel cheesy as hell when I tell him, “I’m good,cabrón… and it’s because of you.”
TRENTA Y OCHO
